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Fragments of Time
Asking for Forgiveness
In a fit of rage and lust
I sped away without looking in the rearview mirror
I left everything to chance amidst the dust
Until it settled down and I was able to see clearer
I was an angry young man
Not paying attention to the curves on the road
Through red lights flashing skidding and crashing
I went over the edge watching the vessel explode
Then came a physical pain
Something that I thought of as karma or punishment
Making me reflect in the way I had been and behaved
Like some mystical lesson for whatever that ..ish meant
But it took a long time for me to realize
I couldn’t move forward if I didn’t forgive myself first
And then asking others to pardon my wrongdoings
So that I could grow and develop and be well versed
Asking for forgiveness can be a humbling experience
One where you have to learn to swallow your pride
It’s being vulnerable and at the mercy of the others
A lesson learned that later becomes your guide
Written by wallyroo92
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Winter Of Nostalgia
It was winter.
Snowflakes fell on the ground.
As white greeted our eyes.
Blue,cloudy skies.
We were just kids.
As we played in the snow.
And our ice sculptures,we show.
We were having a snowball fight.
As there appears to be sunlight.
Melting away the snow.
We may have separated paths.
But we'll meet again.
Don't know where,don't know when.
We'll meet again some sunny day.
As we catch up in the sunlight bay.
And our worries melt away.
We used to be kids.
Now,we are all grown up.
As we chose different paths.
And we meet again,after all those years.
As we remember the good old days.
And even though we separated ways.
We can still cross paths with smiles on our face.
As we talk about old and new.
Standing in the south avenue.
On the street where we grew.
As we played and sang friendship is forever.
And we'll meet again,no matter what.
On Halloween,wearing witch's broom and hat.
Laughing children,as we trick or treat.
And I hope someday,again we'll meet.
Because I miss your voice,your smile.
And we may have not talked in a while.
I understand.
But the nostalgia,sometimes I cannot stand.
Walking as I hold a dear friend's hand.
Snowflakes fell on the ground.
As white greeted our eyes.
Blue,cloudy skies.
We were just kids.
As we played in the snow.
And our ice sculptures,we show.
We were having a snowball fight.
As there appears to be sunlight.
Melting away the snow.
We may have separated paths.
But we'll meet again.
Don't know where,don't know when.
We'll meet again some sunny day.
As we catch up in the sunlight bay.
And our worries melt away.
We used to be kids.
Now,we are all grown up.
As we chose different paths.
And we meet again,after all those years.
As we remember the good old days.
And even though we separated ways.
We can still cross paths with smiles on our face.
As we talk about old and new.
Standing in the south avenue.
On the street where we grew.
As we played and sang friendship is forever.
And we'll meet again,no matter what.
On Halloween,wearing witch's broom and hat.
Laughing children,as we trick or treat.
And I hope someday,again we'll meet.
Because I miss your voice,your smile.
And we may have not talked in a while.
I understand.
But the nostalgia,sometimes I cannot stand.
Walking as I hold a dear friend's hand.
Written by Liziantus-Marantus
(Ivelina Boneva)
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if you look hard enough...
you spend your whole life with someone
think you know them
but what percentage of your belief is real
& how much...illusion
created perhaps...
by the damage unintentionally inflicted
& it's the only remaining thing still coloring your view
all because...they hurt you
& now it's all you're willing to remember
it was a hard lesson...for sure
seeing from her side of reality
that kinda vision is painful
coming to terms with my own bias
my own fallible humanity
my mother was buttoned down so tight
nothing ever escaped
until the lid blew & you knew
you pushed one button too many
explosion rocking through you
then came the hostile silence
& eventual return to her version of normal
...cold & distant
like she was watching the world
from behind double pane glass
took most of my life to realize
she didn't know how to show love
...or give compliments
more importantly...how to receive them
because she'd only once been given reason
only to have it snatched back by death
of all people...I should have seen it
trust
...it always comes back to that 5 letter word
& it's illusive solidity
I observed...
through the pain of my self-righteous judgment
as my daughter mounted a campaign
determined to get to really know her
I foolishly resolved to be merely a passive witness
thinking I already knew...
but...I so didn't
I mean...shit...
like seeing a stranger unveiled
...into an alternate version of myself
& all the pieces suddenly fell into place
as layers were stripped away
we repeat the mistakes of our ancestors
unless we deliberately set another course
which I thought I'd done
but no...
I never had the full picture
how do you sketch a complete map
with only half the geography...
walking in circles sound familiar...?
okay...so I started over
...with her
I still don't truly know her...
...but my eyes are open now
...& I'm learning
Written by WillowsWhimsies
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